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Reader x Levi – Mr. Ackerman P4

Warning for language/mature&suggesting themes

You step into your classroom just as the hour hand of the clock touches the seven on the clock. Right on schedule.

Unlike Levi, you prefer to be on time, or earlier if possible. Although the emptiness of the room makes you a little uneasy, you take your seat at the large oak desk in the front of the classroom and pull out the folder with student’s papers to grade.

The time passes rather quickly – you love editing and correcting. The thought of helping kids become smarter makes your heart swell. This class is the next generation of doctors, lawyers, teachers, etc. You only hope that you can help them enough.

Around seven thirty-five, some of your homeroom students saunter into the room and set their belongings down. You greet them warmly, ask them about their well being and remind them to turn in any forms you passed out last week. Most of the teenagers go back outside into the hallways to mingle with their friends before the bell for homeroom rings.

Around twenty minutes into first period (A/n – that’s different than homeroom), one of Levi’s first students of the day bursts into your room.

“Miss (L/n) we need your help!” Eren says between ragged breaths. He probably ran through the hallways to get to your room.

“What on earth happened?”

“Lev- Mr. Ackerman showed up late, but he’s pretty beaten up. He refuses to go to the nurse.”

Sighing, you set down your PowerPoint clicker. Now you address your students. “You guys mind waiting a little until I sort this out?”

With that, you leave the room with Eren in tow, trying to find out more about what happened to Levi. The boy describes the teacher’s injuries as if Levi’s just been in battle again. It worries you, but you hope that it is only a child’s exaggerated stories.

The two of you reach Levi’s classroom. He opens the door for you and shouting immediately sounds.

“BRAT WHAT THE HELL I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET SOMEONE.”

You place your hands on your hips and glare at Levi. Only then do you see the cuts and bruises that decorate his pale face. The sleeves of his dark grey sweater have been rolled down to his wrists – something he’s never done before – and his light blue jeans have grass stains at the knees.

“What happened to you?” you inquire.

He scowls and gently slaps the back of Eren’s head as he returns to his seat. “I’m fine. Go back to your brats. They’ve probably trashed the place by now.” A trickle of blood runs down from his partially busted lip.

Huffing in response, you stomp over to Levi, take hold of his ear, and pull him out into the hallway. Muffled laughter sounds from inside, but you could care less. “I’ll ask again, what happed to you?”

Levi only grits his teeth. “You’re so fucking annoying. Like I said, princess, I’m fine.”

When he turns to head back into the room, you snag one of the belt loops of his jeans and pull him back. In the process, his sweater raises, revealing a large, ugly-purple bruise. “This is fine? That’s internal bleeding! Who did this?”

“If I tell you, will you fucking shut your mouth?” he demands, pushing the fabric back over the injury.

“Yes.”

That’s all he needs to hear. After letting the class know he’ll step out of the classroom for a minute, Levi begins to walk towards the nurse’s office, heeled boots clicking against the tiled floors.

The nurse hasn’t yet arrived to school yet, so you close the door behind you. “Well?”

“Well what?” He takes a seat on the nurse’s desk, feet an inch above the ground.

“Tell me what happened?”

“And why the fuck do you care?”

He’s so cold. Much colder than usual.

“Why would I come here with you if I didn’t?”

He rolls his eyes. “Just some ex-students that are in college now.”

“So they’re adults? Good. You can report them.”

Levi’s gaze falls to the floor. “No, it’s not like that. I can’t.”

You give up, he’s so stubborn. Rummaging through cabinets, you find some hydrogen peroxide to clean the cuts on his face. “At least tell me how you got the scrapes. They might get infected.” When you turn with the liquid and cotton balls, Levi takes them from you roughly.

“Leave me alone, woman.”

“I will not.”

He sneers.

“My brother was ‘roughed up’ by some people. He said he was fine until he collapsed from internal bleeding. They hit a major artery and it nearly cost him his life. Just because he said he was fine. So you’ll do best to close your foul-tongued mouth and let me help you.”

Finally, Levi closes his mouth and allows you to gently dab at the small cuts. They’re not deep, but they are seemingly painful – he winces a little each time they are touched. “You’re like a child. Shying away from assistance when you need it.”

He makes a tch sound and exhales. Crimson bubbles at the corner of his lips. You turn his head towards the light in order to inspect the damage.

Levi’s gunmetal eyes follow your own, observing you while you tend to him. It all reminds him of some of the nurses at war.

“For the bruise on your side…”

“I’ve got one at my shoulder too.”

You almost laugh. “If this is ‘roughed up’, I don’t want to know what you would consider actual damage.”

“Losing an arm.”

“Excuse me?”

“Losing an arm would be actual damage as you put it.”

“Sure.” You pause and bite on your bottom lip slightly. “I’ll grab some arnica ointment for those then. Should help the bruise heal faster.”

You remember seeing some of the lotion in the cabinet where you found the hydrogen peroxide. Returning with the cream, you nearly drop the container.

“What are you gawking at?”

He’s discarded his sweater on the chair next to him, reminding you of the pale muscles you’ve seen earlier in the year. Your eyes are drawn to the impurity in his skin – the large bruise that falls past the waist line of his pants.

After taking a handful of the cream, you give him the container and motion at his side. He nods and begins to massage the lotion into his skin. In the mean time, cover the smaller, but still large, bruise below his shoulder blade.

The moments of awkward silence creep between the two of you painfully. “The kids who did this to me – their dads served with me. And they didn’t make it out alive. They blame me for it and choose to out their pain and anger in me. I can’t say shit because it would be disrespecting their honour. I can’t do that.”

You breathe in. “And them? What do they have to show for it? Where is their pride, their honour? They disrespect their own idols enough. It has to stop. If they so much as touch you, you must report them. Alright?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Knowing that is the best you’ll get out of him, you sigh and hand him back his top. “Alright then, I think you’ll live, Levi. We’ve both got classes to get back to. I’ll see you at lunch break?”

He takes the sweater and pulls it over his head. “A man’s got to eat, no?”

You smile and walk out of the nurse’s office, headed to your classroom. When you enter, your find your students in mid-giggle. “What so funny here?”

One of the girls speaks up. “We were creating ship names for you and Mr. Ackerman.”

“Ship names?”

“Yeah, like Brangelina.”

“Excuse me?”

“Brad Pitt and Angelia Jolie. Duh,” someone else replies.

“Yeah, but they might be getting a divorce, we need something that will last forever.”

“Edward and Bella! They are vampires after all.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Don’t get too crazy with your games. Our relationship is strictly professional.”

They all laugh at your words.

If only you knew the trouble Levi was going through in his own classroom.

Eren begins a chant. “Levi likes (F/n). Levi likes (F/n). Levi likes (F/n).”

“OI. BRATS. IF YOU DON’T WANT TO FAIL YOU SHOULD ALL SHUT THE HELL UP. UNDERSTAND?”

Like that, the classroom goes silent.

He turns and faces the writing on the board. Before he begins the lesson, he smirks. “ ‘Like’ might just be an understatement.”

Description
Reader x Levi – Mr. Ackerman P4

Warning for language/mature&suggesting themes

You step into your classroom just as the hour hand of the clock touches the seven on the clock. Right on schedule.

Unlike Levi, you prefer to be on time, or earlier if possible. Although the emptiness of the room makes you a little uneasy, you take your seat at the large oak desk in the front of the classroom and pull out the folder with student’s papers to grade.

The time passes rather quickly – you love editing and correcting. The thought of helping kids become smarter makes your heart swell. This class is the next generation of doctors, lawyers, teachers, etc. You only hope that you can help them enough.

Around seven thirty-five, some of your homeroom students saunter into the room and set their belongings down. You greet them warmly, ask them about their well being and remind them to turn in any forms you passed out last week. Most of the teenagers go back outside into the hallways to mingle with their friends before the bell for homeroom rings.

Around twenty minutes into first period (A/n – that’s different than homeroom), one of Levi’s first students of the day bursts into your room.

“Miss (L/n) we need your help!” Eren says between ragged breaths. He probably ran through the hallways to get to your room.

“What on earth happened?”

“Lev- Mr. Ackerman showed up late, but he’s pretty beaten up. He refuses to go to the nurse.”

Sighing, you set down your PowerPoint clicker. Now you address your students. “You guys mind waiting a little until I sort this out?”

With that, you leave the room with Eren in tow, trying to find out more about what happened to Levi. The boy describes the teacher’s injuries as if Levi’s just been in battle again. It worries you, but you hope that it is only a child’s exaggerated stories.

The two of you reach Levi’s classroom. He opens the door for you and shouting immediately sounds.

“BRAT WHAT THE HELL I TOLD YOU NOT TO GET SOMEONE.”

You place your hands on your hips and glare at Levi. Only then do you see the cuts and bruises that decorate his pale face. The sleeves of his dark grey sweater have been rolled down to his wrists – something he’s never done before – and his light blue jeans have grass stains at the knees.

“What happened to you?” you inquire.

He scowls and gently slaps the back of Eren’s head as he returns to his seat. “I’m fine. Go back to your brats. They’ve probably trashed the place by now.” A trickle of blood runs down from his partially busted lip.

Huffing in response, you stomp over to Levi, take hold of his ear, and pull him out into the hallway. Muffled laughter sounds from inside, but you could care less. “I’ll ask again, what happed to you?”

Levi only grits his teeth. “You’re so fucking annoying. Like I said, princess, I’m fine.”

When he turns to head back into the room, you snag one of the belt loops of his jeans and pull him back. In the process, his sweater raises, revealing a large, ugly-purple bruise. “This is fine? That’s internal bleeding! Who did this?”

“If I tell you, will you fucking shut your mouth?” he demands, pushing the fabric back over the injury.

“Yes.”

That’s all he needs to hear. After letting the class know he’ll step out of the classroom for a minute, Levi begins to walk towards the nurse’s office, heeled boots clicking against the tiled floors.

The nurse hasn’t yet arrived to school yet, so you close the door behind you. “Well?”

“Well what?” He takes a seat on the nurse’s desk, feet an inch above the ground.

“Tell me what happened?”

“And why the fuck do you care?”

He’s so cold. Much colder than usual.

“Why would I come here with you if I didn’t?”

He rolls his eyes. “Just some ex-students that are in college now.”

“So they’re adults? Good. You can report them.”

Levi’s gaze falls to the floor. “No, it’s not like that. I can’t.”

You give up, he’s so stubborn. Rummaging through cabinets, you find some hydrogen peroxide to clean the cuts on his face. “At least tell me how you got the scrapes. They might get infected.” When you turn with the liquid and cotton balls, Levi takes them from you roughly.

“Leave me alone, woman.”

“I will not.”

He sneers.

“My brother was ‘roughed up’ by some people. He said he was fine until he collapsed from internal bleeding. They hit a major artery and it nearly cost him his life. Just because he said he was fine. So you’ll do best to close your foul-tongued mouth and let me help you.”

Finally, Levi closes his mouth and allows you to gently dab at the small cuts. They’re not deep, but they are seemingly painful – he winces a little each time they are touched. “You’re like a child. Shying away from assistance when you need it.”

He makes a tch sound and exhales. Crimson bubbles at the corner of his lips. You turn his head towards the light in order to inspect the damage.

Levi’s gunmetal eyes follow your own, observing you while you tend to him. It all reminds him of some of the nurses at war.

“For the bruise on your side…”

“I’ve got one at my shoulder too.”

You almost laugh. “If this is ‘roughed up’, I don’t want to know what you would consider actual damage.”

“Losing an arm.”

“Excuse me?”

“Losing an arm would be actual damage as you put it.”

“Sure.” You pause and bite on your bottom lip slightly. “I’ll grab some arnica ointment for those then. Should help the bruise heal faster.”

You remember seeing some of the lotion in the cabinet where you found the hydrogen peroxide. Returning with the cream, you nearly drop the container.

“What are you gawking at?”

He’s discarded his sweater on the chair next to him, reminding you of the pale muscles you’ve seen earlier in the year. Your eyes are drawn to the impurity in his skin – the large bruise that falls past the waist line of his pants.

After taking a handful of the cream, you give him the container and motion at his side. He nods and begins to massage the lotion into his skin. In the mean time, cover the smaller, but still large, bruise below his shoulder blade.

The moments of awkward silence creep between the two of you painfully. “The kids who did this to me – their dads served with me. And they didn’t make it out alive. They blame me for it and choose to out their pain and anger in me. I can’t say shit because it would be disrespecting their honour. I can’t do that.”

You breathe in. “And them? What do they have to show for it? Where is their pride, their honour? They disrespect their own idols enough. It has to stop. If they so much as touch you, you must report them. Alright?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Knowing that is the best you’ll get out of him, you sigh and hand him back his top. “Alright then, I think you’ll live, Levi. We’ve both got classes to get back to. I’ll see you at lunch break?”

He takes the sweater and pulls it over his head. “A man’s got to eat, no?”

You smile and walk out of the nurse’s office, headed to your classroom. When you enter, your find your students in mid-giggle. “What so funny here?”

One of the girls speaks up. “We were creating ship names for you and Mr. Ackerman.”

“Ship names?”

“Yeah, like Brangelina.”

“Excuse me?”

“Brad Pitt and Angelia Jolie. Duh,” someone else replies.

“Yeah, but they might be getting a divorce, we need something that will last forever.”

“Edward and Bella! They are vampires after all.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Don’t get too crazy with your games. Our relationship is strictly professional.”

They all laugh at your words.

If only you knew the trouble Levi was going through in his own classroom.

Eren begins a chant. “Levi likes (F/n). Levi likes (F/n). Levi likes (F/n).”

“OI. BRATS. IF YOU DON’T WANT TO FAIL YOU SHOULD ALL SHUT THE HELL UP. UNDERSTAND?”

Like that, the classroom goes silent.

He turns and faces the writing on the board. Before he begins the lesson, he smirks. “ ‘Like’ might just be an understatement.”